It was late at night when all the sudden someone woke me up in bed, it was my grandma. She said something about getting me ice cream if I woke up. I got up and it was weird because it was late and not the time I got up for school. I got up and got dressed. When I was heading out the door my dad was crying. I asked if he was ok and he said he was ok but my mom was in the hospital because she was “sick”. I believed them of course and so I left my dad at the house all alone and I left with my grandma same with everyone else. I can't believe that my mom was in the hospital I went from all of my grandparents houses to my great grandparents house. They took me to my moms parents house so that they could take me to see my mom in the hospital. I was with her, my dad, my sisters and my siblings. We were there for hours, they later took her to a different building. Now that I am older I know the truth of why my mom went to the hospital. She was sick but a different type of sick. She was depressed, she tried to kill herself. It wasn’t just any building it was a loony bin type of house. So that was one of the worst nights ever, in my life.

It was just like every other day I got off the bus and I met up with my friends. There was something off, it was like a bad thing had happened to them or they found out something bad.I asked them what was wrong and they told me it was this guy. I went to school with him and had the biggest crush on him when we where younger. I saw him a week before all of this happened and like always something happened to him. They told me that he died, there where so many roomers going around that he died in his sleep or choked on a grape and some where even that he killed himself. But they later found out that he died doing something on a pull up bar. That night i cried so hard. All I think about is that I could have said, Hi, to him but of coarse I chickened out and didn't say anything to him. I always wandered if I died if he would even know about it or even be affected by it but we will never know. I think about him all the time and I will never stop thinking about him. I miss him and I will always miss him.

The other worst night ever, it was when my dog was dying. She was just lying in her bed not even moving and trying so hard to keep her breath going in and out of her lungs. She was breathing so hard. It was so painful to watch. My mom slept with her overnight to make sure she was okay. The next day I went with my dad to the vet. They said we should put her down. So they let us say are goodbyes and then asked me if I wanted to leave I said no that I would never leave her side. So I watched as they put the needle in her. Then they left like it was nothing that they just put a dog down. I watched her take her last breath, it was one thing I ever had to watch. Not to mention her having a seize a week before her death. I hoped she would have never died, I wish she would have never been 13 and the same age as me. I hate my birthday now and I will forever. She was my best friend and will always be my best friend.